by Stacy Finz
Brady chuckled. “With what Nate’s paying me . . . hell yeah.”
It had been two months since he’d taken the job with Breyer Hotels and he was loving it. Gold Mountain had opened early—and with a bang. Longtime guests, who Nate had feared would balk at rate hikes due to all the renovations, were so smitten with the changes—especially the restaurant—that they’d renewed their weeklong leases. Some had left, vowing to never come back, but that was to be expected.
Slowly but surely, Brady was changing the menus at Nate’s other hotels. So far, Nate had kept his word on giving Brady full control over food and beverages. Occasionally he missed slinging hash at the Lumber Baron, but the two extra hours he got to stay in bed with Sloane made up for it. Man, did he love her. He’d never been this happy in his entire life.
“You think we’ll have this place in shape by the time your family comes next week?” Brady asked. The week after, his family was coming.
Everyone wanted to meet each other. Brady supposed they were all waiting for a marriage announcement, which would come in good time. Right now, he and Sloane wanted to enjoy their new house and take their time planning the big day. Oddly enough, Brady would’ve marched down to Nugget City Hall and had Dink, the mayor, perform the ceremony this very minute. It was Sloane who wanted to wait. He suspected that she had her heart set on July, the same month as Tawny and Lucky’s wedding, and didn’t think they could pull it together fast enough.
“Yep,” Sloane said. “All five of them are coming, and the way I talked up this place, it better be ready.”
He grinned at her like a lovesick fool. “Then we’ll have it ready.”
“The kids are coming over this afternoon to help us unpack.” Rose, Rudy, and Simpson would walk through fire for Sloane. Next fall, she had five more kids wanting to sign up for Rhys’s crazy pilot program.
“Hey, Brady, I think Aidan might go for that job at Cal Fire. Would you have a problem if he stayed with us for a while? The thing with Sue . . . he’s having a rough time.”
“Would it mean we’d have to stop having sex?”
“Uh, definitely not. My hospitality only extends so far.”
“Okay, then he can stay. But let’s start now.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her backwards to the couch. “We need to break this place in.”
And that’s when his badass cop girlfriend giggled. Giggled. “We’ve been breaking it in for two months. If Griff knew what we were doing in this house before escrow closed, he’d have a heart attack.”
“Nah, he’s got his own good stuff going on. You have a problem with us breaking it in some more?” He went down on the sofa and pulled her on top of him.
“Nope. Not a bit.”
“Good.” He got to work undressing the both of them.
“I love you, Brady.”
And for the next hour he took his time loving her back.
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First Electronic Edition: February 2016
eISBN-13: 978-1-61650-923-1
eISBN-10: 1-61650-923-6
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